Manan:To kill or not to kill{Mafia Love Story}

Chapter 6

Manik's POV:

"Sir, there's no signal on the cell's GPS. We're trying to track the car but at the moment, it's out of the satellite's range."

I listened as my tech expert, Seth Clearwater, told me these things. I was getting frantic now. It had been four hours since the two most important people in my life had disappeared. I never thought I'd ever develop certain...feelings...for Nandu. It caught me completely off-guard, especially since the last time I had any kind of romantic relationship was when I was a teenager. But I didn't delude myself into thinking that my feelings were reciprocated. Why would Nandu care for me anyway? In her eyes I was a cold, heartless killer. She knew that I had killed the Khurana's, and many other people as well.

"Sir, what do you want me to do?" Seth asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Hack into all the security cameras in gas stations going to the French border. My guess is Alia will take her to Paris. It's crowded enough for them to blend in and Alia knows the place well enough to navigate around the city," I told him, and turned to Dhruv. "Send all our men out to wherever he finds them, Dhruv, and make sure they know not to harm them. And find out what Harshad's up to. He's been too quiet for too long. If he finds out that Alia and Nandu are gone, he will most likely take advantage of the situation."

Dhruv nodded and went out of the room. Seth was typing furiously on his laptop, trying to hack into the security mainframe.

I sat on the sofa, leaning my head back and closed my eyes. Nandu's face kept on popping up in my head, as if her image was tattooed onto my eyelids. Not only was she beautiful, but she had enough brains to give a witty answer to each one of my questions and comments. People were usually intimidated by me. I made sure of that, but Nandu didn't even flinch when I tried to stare her down.

I remembered how astounded I was by how she had saved that little boy, putting her own life at risk. I didn't doubt she'd do that again for Alia, and that frightened me. I, Manik Malhotra, the most prominent mafia member in all of the U.S., was scared. That, had to be a first.

I went out of the room, trying to keep myself busy so I would stop worrying. I went to Nandu's room, thinking I might find something there that could help find them.

I walked in, looking around the empty room and feeling Nandu's absence more than ever. I looked around in the room, under the bed and in the drawers. I didn't find anything pertaining to their escape, but I did find a letter there written by Nandu. It said:

Dear Dad and Arya,

If you're reading this, that means I'm dead. Which sucks, but please don't be sad and don't miss me. I've been treated extremely well by my captors. All I wanted you to know is that I love you both. Arya, I'm sorry for breaking your heart, but you've been my best friend and brother everytime I needed you. And dad, I'm sorry for blaming you for mom's death. I realize now that I needed someone to blame at that time and I was wrong to blame you. I love you, dad, and I wish that you and I had spent more time together. I miss you both.

Love,

Nandu.

My hands were clenched in anger. She lied to me. She did know Aryaman Khurana; my one worst enemy besides Harshad Saxena. He had pried into my personal affairs and used the most unconventional and barely legal methods to try and capture me, but fortunately, I was always two steps ahead of him.

I put the letter back in the drawer and went back to my office where Seth had finally found something.

"They're going to France, all right," he said, pointing at a grainy video of Alia and Nandu getting out of the Porsche. Nandu was pumping the gas whileAlia was getting junk food for their little road trip. Seth wrote the location on a piece of paper and gave it to me. "I'll keep you updated on where they go next."